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" 
"Dance dance with the devil" 

Guns are bein bought over the counter like candy 
Comin in handy for chumps to act manly 
Once before they were only for
Some get kicks by kicking people,
Some get high by talking down.
I get mine somewhere in-between,
Dumb attitudes make me frown.

There are no guns
need Jesus

So here go my single dawg radio needs this
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tape
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***, thats
shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Machiavelli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***
can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
So bitch, you be guardin' your grill for real
My
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me
pillow and sand for my bed
For better or worse I left him for dead
But two rivers to each other run
Words that shook me like the kick of a gun
Had
gun up, and try to test me at will
I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
So bitch, you be guardin' your grill for real
My niggas got
success
To be loved, to be loved
Oh what a feelin' hundred rounds in tha drum
Niggas gettin' wacked no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin' I know
everyone, bitch, bring everything
Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't Spanish fly, this hot shit
Push the dagger in the devil's eye
and a couple of nines

Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin' for this n**** to try
I'm bubblin' mine
If we don't
of God's in you, show n prove
True, the time has come through
Chose the few, must show and prove

I once asked God to forgive for my sins
Bent on my knees
or get routed

I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood screamin see p 3
devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by

Either be a book
to 'em, we do it to 'em

Some press the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw n
was Guns 'n Roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief

Good
[Nas]
Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man goin up creek
To do his two to four, n****z show love, from all
Gotta make it past the devil 
So guns I got several 
And everybody plays the fool says Aaron Nevelle 
But I just play to win holler back like heavy
on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a n
off his kicks.
He can't reach the climax for the shot of the sun.
Anti-christ traveling through the tract of his gun.
He thinks of the sex, and the "E"
still right?

(By your side)
You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused
And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips
Watch how